Mossy Cottage Knits

Wednesday Morning Grab Bag

(No postings Friday or next week, Dear Readers. Will be taking a short weekend trip to Eastern Washington (remember Monitor? ) to…well, for no reason, and will then be taking a week off to do such things as getting the driveway pressure-washed, getting new progressive-lens glasses for my old-fart eyes, and having a mammogram (and hoping to God I don’t break the mammogram machine this time). Oo-la-la! Don’t you just wish you were living my Hollywood glamour life? Just call me Paris, dahling.)

After I packed up the pink Steam Scarf and shipped it off to the wilds of Arizona, I discovered in a basket a small, leftover ball of the pink Cascade 220 I had used to knit the scarf. What the…? Why was there leftover yarn? If the scarf could be any old length—the longer the better, actually—why hadn’t I just knitted up those last measly 30 yards? Perhaps this picture will provide a clue. Here, the red Steam Scarf. The part resting on the hearth? Where I started. The part up at the mantel? Where I am now. The yellow arrow? Where I got bored. Ah.

Good guesses, everyone, on the giftie I received while attending Stephanie’s presentation but, no, it’s not real sheep’s knuckles (euw) and, no, it was not another Shrinky Dink and, yes, it fits in my back pants pocket and is, as we speak, still there, if perhaps slightly rounded now by my gloots. Have I taken a photo yet? No. Will you all have moved on to more interesting things—like watching paint dry or cement set—when I do finally get around to taking a photo? Most likely. C'est la blog vie.

By the way, I must explain Naomi’s comment about “squirrel poop,” lest people start crossing to the other side of the street when they see her or, by association, me. The background story: In the Olympic Squirrel pattern, between the squirrel’s derriere and the beginning of the tail, is, inexplicably, one gray stitch, making every squirrel look as if it has had a tiny, er, squirrely accident and needs tiny squirrely Depends. See?

While at Stephanie's event, I showed this to Naomi (who then proceeded to laugh until I thought she was going to fall over, which would've started a spectacular 300-person domino effect, the chairs were so close together), hence the enigmatic comment on the blog about squirrel excreta.

Still on the subject of knitting events and the like, if anyone is on the fence about going to Guild tonight, just so’s you know, the speaker will be Terri Shea, the author of Selbuvotter. TMK and I have only just recently gotten to know Terri, so I’m hoping to make it, although right now I’m so tired I’m leaving greezy nose prints on my keyboard.

Lastly in today’s strange grab-bag of topics, tomatoes, the gift that keeps on giving. More of the beefsteak tomatoes (little though they are), roma tomatoes, and orange cherry tomatoes from our yard...

...before TMK washed them, sliced them, layered them with garlic, dressed them with herbs and olive oil, put the whole shebang in the oven and made:

She then pureed the whole mess, simmered it with wine, and made perhaps the sweetest, richest tomato sauce on God’s green earth. Actually, too rich, too sweet, we both agreed, but with a whole whack of potential. Next year, growin’ more tomatoes. Definitely.

Posted by Ryan at September 19, 2007 12:27 PM